I never thought I would take a bullet for someone. That night just happened so fast. I'm a RN who was working with a patient. That's when the shooting happened. It still amazes me that I took a bullet for him. He keeps asking me if I would do it aga...
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"I told ya not ta bring this devil back ta ma' house!"My mama shouted.
I rolled ma' eyes. We do this shit er'ey week. I had counselin at da hospital Monday through Thursday. I'on got na' family 'round hea but ma mama. I can't take Marah with me. So I le've ha' ova ma mama house.
Er'ey fuckin' time she neglect Marah. This time she took it a lil to far. She left Marah out on da porch all day.
"Sir, I'm going to need to ask you some questions,"The police officer said.
The nosey ass neighbas decided ta dig all up in our bi'ness. They asses called da fuckin' police on my mama. Na' we havin a slight issua.
"It was all a mistake Officer. I'm the legal guardian. I made a mistake leaving her with this lady. If you wanna do anything, please question this woman,"I pointed towards ma' mama.
"Daddy why you talk like that?"Marah asked.
I kind of laughed. I had ta put on ma white people voice. These officers crazy, and I don't wanna be shot in front of ma child.
"I did not agree to letting this child stay with me!"My mother shouted.
I pulled out ma phone. She did this shit er'ey week. I already had knew what was finna go down. So I got ha' on recordin' sayin' she would watch Marah. This was while she was sober.
"Ma', can ya' watch Amarah Harper today, on January 31st, 2018?"
"Of course baby! Go on and go to counseling boy!"She shouted inta' da' phone.
I turned ma' phone off. Da' officer motioned fa' us ta' leave. I thanked him fa' his work. My mama was cussing da' officers out. I didn't really care. She wasn't really a parent anyway. If they send ha' to jail it won't really affect me. I'll just have ta skip out on counseling fa' awhile.
My car beeped as I hit da' keys. Marah opened ha' door and got in. I threw ha' stuff in the backseat. Da' car was already compacted with shit. All of our belongings was in hea'. We don't have a house. Ever since I lost ma' job, I haven't been able ta' get a new one. They hea' ma' accent and they can't hire me. I can hardly read. Life just wasn't easy fa' me.
"Daddy? Where we going now? I want something to eat!"Marah shouted.
"Chil' if ya' don't put on that seat belt. What I tell ya' about gettin' in da' car?"
She huffed, "Put on ya' seat belt," She mocked me.
I turned around and looked at ha'. This chil' has really been tryna get hit. I don't kna' what's gotten in ha' mind, but it betta get da' fuck out.
"Do it again Marah...Don't make me reach behind this seat. I'll beat ya ass in this car," I warned.
